Many might see this as a religious theme, but my actual intention was to portray a broader concept … the real spiritual damage and hurt to our social interaction brought about by judgement, criticism, invalidation and individuation. We can all do better in recognizing the rightness in our fellow beings.
There is so much hate-filled, divisive rhetoric flooding our world these days … engineered by those who would enslave us by making us forget we are spiritual beings.
I was struck by a photograph of these Native Americans obviously taken on a reservation after their lands had been plundered, their food sources, sovereignty, culture and many of their numbers wiped out.
Even in adopting the robes of their antagonists, their pride and dignity persist and are perhaps amplified.
Let’s remind the ill-wishers and take hope in the fact that they cant kill a spirit.
What genre does this fit into? Fauvist, Impressionist, Expressionist??
Maybe I need to become more educated on these classifications but it doesn’t interest me too much. I’ll just create it and let someone else classify it. I believe I have an overall style … my work is recognizable as mine … but I employ a few sub styles.
I guess it’s like fine wine. My knowledge of wine goes beyond red and white, but not too far beyond. In the end it’s what you like; what communicates to you. There seems to be no end to the number of adjectives you can hang on a wine. … I suppose the same is true with art. What pigeonhole do you think my work roosts in?
Another from my “love” series … a subject that is frequently on my mind thanks to my beautiful and talented artist wife Tanya Ermakova.
Getting back to my minimalist roots now and again … simple lines and forms can promote two way communication between myself and the viewer. I present my thought, intention and emotion and unique experiences are triggered in my audience. Sadly, i don’t often get to hear about the experiences that have been triggered. When you see this piece, do you have anything to say back to me? Let me know.